Various sharp words, like sharp blades, seemed to carve out invisible cracks.
The air was also filled with an atmosphere of tension and repression.
The curses were like a storm, each word full of ruthlessness and cruelty, piercing the heart.
The mocking attitude was like a cold poisonous snake flicking its tongue, the sarcastic words full of calculation and mockery, making people shiver.
And those hidden plots behind the scenes, like poisonous spiders in the shadows, quietly weaving impenetrable webs, waiting for the prey to step into them.
Curses, rage, mockery, plots...
In short, various words, various attitudes and thoughts, all surged like dark tides.
Among them, some arrogant individuals even dared to direct their words at the Great Xia Guardian God.
Yet, they did not know that once those words were spoken, the star of death had already shone brightly.
